“You’ve given yourself permission not to fail. Now, my dear, you need to give yourself permission to succeed.”
My father brushed a cool hand over my hair and gave me a knowing look with his dark stormy sea blue eyes. “Everyone believes in you except you.”
“I don’t…” I tried to speak.
“No. You do. YOU DO.”
A pathetic yelp entered the air. We looked over to where my kids were brushing burrs out of the dog.
“They believe in you,” said my dad. He went over to his grandkids and left me lingering. I took a smallish blue Grueby pot that my husband had left on the table into my hands. We both love arts and crafts pottery, even after all these years. It was plain yet beautiful. Classic and smooth. Maybe I am like that pot, classic, smooth, simplicity with beauty. Or I can try.
Dear old Dad came back. “Sweet child of mine,” he said with just a hint of an accent of far off England.
“I’m fine Dad. Really.”
“Tonight is a full moon. I know how the Werewolves seem to be attracted to you. You need to watch yourself.”
“I don’t plan on going out. But I know how to handle them. Remember, you taught your children well.”
“As well as a Vampire can.”
“As well as any parent can. You’re the best.”
He smiled and gave me a hug.
That was all I needed to be sure.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman